#drunk!eldes

"I know I do," Eldes slurs, "but I have to. The meme... thing. Whatever it is the mun has. It's so strange; like a magic... like I'm compelled to."

For his part, Eldes isn't enjoying himself in the slightest. With an hour since his last shot passed and the alcohol fully in his system, Eldes can barely see straight enough to make out Lovrina's figure. His head reels and his stomach even more so.

"'m sorry. I actually hate drink... no, I drink, but. Feeling drunk. Drunk. Really. 'm never like this, I..."

"Hmm?" He recognizes the voice of Pre-Gym Leader Justy, but he doesn't lift his head to look at him, choosing instead to look on sleepily and give the man a dizzy half-grin.

"Oh, it's you! Yes, yes, good to see you; sit down, hm?" He hears himself beginning to slur every last syllable, and he frowns at the realization.

"A-are you insane?" Eldes tries to push the shot glass away; already feeling the effects of the alcohol from before, he misses, his movement causing a wave of dizziness to wash over him. "That would be fifty one shots; I'd be dead if I did."

Despite the insane request, however, he chuckles. "Fifty one. Are you serious?" He stops himself as soon as he realizes what's happening.

Eldes silently counts the number of times he’s heard Harley say his name, secretly hoping he’s missed one or two mentions. One, two, three, four, five, six…

He fills the shot glass once and downs it, the straight liquor like venom in his throat. Then once more.

"You really think so? It’s an Islander name; my father, you see, was a Orange Islander."

Shot number three down. Then four. Eldes continues after a momentary wince.

"My father gave both my brother and I Islander names as an homage to that, I suppose; ahaha!"